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We're Survivors (Erik Smut)

20 Years Ago

I pack the last of the bread and sweets into my basket as quietly as I could until leaving my home. Once outside, I then teleport to my usual spot outside the black iron gates of Auschwitz.

"Y/n?" I hear a small whisper from the other side and see the silhouette of my new friend Erik.

For the past year, I've met with him in the dead of night, and although I never did see his face, I felt as though I could call him a friend.

"Hey Erik. I brought you some sweets this time." I say very softly, trying to pass him a cookie carefully through the gate.

When it didn't fit, he moved the metal slightly using his ability so that I could fit it through.

"Thank you, Y/n. You didn't—" Erik begins but I interrupt him.

"Have to? I know I didn't have to, but you're my friend. I wanted to help you. And since I can't really go in there to help--" I say with a smile, although I knew he couldn't see it.

"It's okay, I really appreciate this." Erik says from the other side of the gate.

Present Day (1960's)

I continued to dance loosely on an empty table to the music playing loudly from the speakers. With it being hard to find jobs as a woman of color, the only job I could get was as a go go dancer. Not the best job in the world, but it sure paid for my bills—even if I did have to dance half naked for rich strangers.

I closed my eyes, feeling that that was the best way for me to feel comfortable dancing and letting myself go, when I felt the table move slightly. I almost loose my balance, but I'm held up by an incredibly handsome man in a black turtleneck.

"I apologize. My friend here is quite clumsy." He nods to his friend without taking his beautiful blue eyes off me.

His friend, a rather nerdy looking man, looked at me with a smile before saying his apology loudly over the music.

"It's okay." I say back, trying to avoid the gaze of the first man who was still looking at me as though he was trying to figure me out.

Noticing my boss by the bar giving me a pointed look as to ask 'who said you could stop dancing', I begin to dance to the music despite the two men who decided to sit at the table I was dancing on. At least we're closing in an hour, so I don't have to deal with this much longer.

As I continued to dance, the man in the turtleneck continued to watch me carefully as he talked to his friend. After an hour went by, the two men were still there.

"We're closing." I inform them, hopping off from the table along with the other dancers around the club.

"I am aware. We were hoping we could talk." Black turtleneck guy says.

I look at him suspiciously but it quickly changes to surprise once I hear his friend's voice without seeing his lips move.

It's okay. We're not here to hurt you. We're just like you. He assures me, yet I continue to look at him disbelievingly.

"What does he do?" I nod over to his handsome friend.

"Show her." He nudges his friend who sat the can of coke he was nursing in his hand on the table before crushing it with just a small movement of his hand.

Strange. The last person I knew that could manipulate metal was..."Erik?"

The man looked at me in confusion and I immediately felt embarrassed until he asked, "How do you know who I am?"